Capítulo 1095: Chapter 1095: Bringing It to an End (Part 3)
Mu Bei nodded, “As long as you’re not discovered, wherever he takes you, we’ll be able to find your exact location. Don’t worry, we’ll try to find you before he discovers the tracker, you need to try and delay for ti.”
Last ti they knew about that island and could catch up quickly was also because they had placed a tracker on her.
Mu Bei’s expression was severe, fortunately, he was already on the way here, otherwise he couldn’t have arrived within minutes.
The Northwest Wharf is indeed less than a twenty-minute drive from here. Cesar calculated the timing very precisely.
To win back this woman, he didn’t hesitate to plant a bomb in Ji Shaoyang’s company.
Doesn’t he know what this ans?
Conducting terrorist activities in this country is not like the small skirmishes he had in Africa and the Middle East.
If he really does this ti, even he might find it hard to escape.
Because Country X will no longer provide him any assistance.
The base has already been destroyed, does he want to cut off his last way of survival?
“Alright.” Wen Qiao made up her mind.
The car sped toward the Northwest Wharf.
“What we’ve found is that a batch of Southeast Asian cargo ships approached the Northwest Wharf today, possibly related to the drug lords he used to work with.”
“People were already deployed near the wharf when we got the call, but since they’re prepared, they probably aren’t afraid. Mr. Ji’s company’s bomb situation is still under investigation. But ti is too tight…”
Mu Bei glanced at Wen Qiao, fearing that once Wen Qiao appeared, Cesar would imdiately take her away.
If the ti drags on, and the bomb crisis at Ji Shaoyang’s company is resolved, they won’t be able to leave.
After getting into the car, Wen Qiao hadn’t spoken a word, her face was pale as she watched the windshield.
Mu Bei hung up the phone, seeing the Northwest Wharf just ahead, suddenly had an idea in his mind.
The car stopped not far from the wharf, Wen Qiao opened the car door and got out silently.
“Miss Wen, please wait a mont.” Mu Bei called out, closing the car door again.
Wen Qiao looked at him puzzled, not quite understanding.
Suddenly, sothing cold and hard was handed to her.
As she touched that object, Wen Qiao felt tense inside, her hand seed to lose its grip.
“A gun?”
Mu Bei nodded firmly.
Wen Qiao looked at the black handgun, slowly gripping it tightly.
“Be careful, use it when necessary,” Mu Bei said in a low voice.
For an ordinary hostage, carrying a weapon might not be suitable.
But for Wen Qiao, this wasn’t an issue. As long as Cesar didn’t intend to let her die, even if she was ard, he wouldn’t do anything to her.
“I understand, thank you.”
Wen Qiao secured the gun, putting it into her jeans pocket, covering it with a loose shirt.
Glancing at the ti, there were less than 3 minutes left. She pushed open the car door again, leaving without looking back.
“Boss, can’t we follow her?”
Mu Bei watched the front with a stern face, Wen Qiao’s figure disappearing into the dense grass ahead.
They could only vaguely see the cargo ships on the sea through the wild grass.
“Wait here, Young Master Gu will be here soon. If we follow now, it will only harm her and Mr. Ji.”
Wen Qiao walked toward the wharf, already seeing several familiar faces, as well as so Southeast Asians she hadn’t t before.
“Is this the person Mr. Cesar has been waiting for?” asked a long-haired Southeast Asian man in English.
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